Luyện nghe bài hát Scene: A Train Platform In Yorkshire/the House Upon The Hill

House the Hill

High on a hill a big old house
With something wrong it.
Spirits the halls
And no effort now to hide it.

What will put souls to rest
And their ceaseless sighing?
Why do they call out names
And speak of one crying?

MRS.
Well, you're right not to
your uncle certainly going
to himself about you.

And the master hears the
On the stairways and still,
And the spirits speak of
In the upon the hill.

MRS.
a hunchback, you see.
And a young man he was,
and got no good of all his
and a big place he were married.

To my Aunt

MRS.
She were a sweet, pretty thing and
have walked the world to get her
a blade of that she wanted. When
she died, it made him worse ever.

High on a hill sits a big old
ith wrong inside it.
died, and someone's left
Alone and can't it.

in the house is a lonely man
Still by her beauty,
Asking what a can be
naught remains but duty.

Is it so ugly here?

MRS.
It's the moor. and miles
of wild land that grows
on but heather and and broom,
and lives on but wild
and sheep.

What is that awful howling

MRS.
That's the blowing through the bushes
they call it wuthering sound
but there that tiny light
far there
be the gate it will.

And the master the whispers
On the stairways and still,
And the spirits of secrets
In the house the hill.